"Sorry, I have no obligation to do anything for your company anymore. Find someone more capable."
Rhys's expression darkened. Kate and Nolan looked equally stunned.
Neither had expected me to refuse Rhys directly.
But for them, this was a gift. Rhys had ordered them to contact me and resolve the contract issues. They'd agreed to his face—then done nothing.
"Ian Fox, do you think this is a negotiation? This is an order!"
"The resignation agreement clearly states you have an obligation to—"
I cut Kate off. "What obligation? I handed over all my work."
"You're the ones who can't handle it, and now you want me to bail you out. Why should I?"
"You—say that again!"
Kate glared at me, seething.
She knew better than anyone how these past years had really been.
"In all my time here," I continued casually, "have you ever actually secured anything for the company on your own merit?"
"Brought in a single order? One profitable project?"
"I…"
"What? Am I wrong?"
Kate's face went pale. She searched for a comeback and found nothing.
Because everything I said was true.
Nolan jumped in. "Ms. Matthews worked herself into the ground for this company. She was hospitalized not long ago. Those are facts."